"You sure you're in the right line?" One of them said, a lanky man with scruffy hair. "These trials are not for people who get lost on their way to soup kitchens."
Meredith stiffened. I looked up slowly.
"You should go home before someone mistakes you for a damsel," the other jeered, a shorter man with a perm. "Wouldn't want to break a nail, right?"
I was already done with them. I turned in my seat.
"She is with me."
Both of them looked at me like I had grown a second head.
"And who are you supposed to be?" the perm one asked.
"Lloyd May."
Their faces dropped just enough to tell me they recognized the name. The lanky one spoke up. "You're that Five Star, right? You think that matters here?"
"You're wearing armor that could lose a fight against a bucket of water. Don't talk to me about what matters."
